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And proud of it, considering the source.

I went to $Big_Box_Bakery for lunch today. Standing a few people behind me in line were some dudes speaking Farsi. Many moons ago, while sharing a drunken stupor and a post-Crystal's-wedding hotel suite with Smack, I asked him how to say Please and Thank you in Farsi. I could not reproduce the bizarre sounds, because I'm convinced that ancient Persians were part bird, but I remember what they sound like. Sort of. Through the haze of that drunken stupor. So, really, the dudes could have been speaking Macedonian, but since I think that's officially a dead language, I'm pegging it as Farsi. They were tall, stocky, cute, had great hair, and were dressed like your average, everyday worker bee. One of them had a small gold cross necklace on. I note religious iconography out of habit - never know when you might need to snatch something off a neck to repel an attacking vampire with.

Anyway. Three people in front of me was a dude speaking a dialect of English that I will call 'Redneck Racist Republican Bullshit' R3B for short. He spotted the Farsi hotness behind me and struck up a loud, meant-to-be-overheard conversation with the guy behind him. It immediately validated my identification of his dialect.

Muslims are bad, y'all, and it's up to every American to do something about terrorists. Etc blah blah blah racist bullshit, while glaring at the Farsi-speaking dudes. The dude behind R3B was trying to sink through the floor. Not answering, looking very uncomfortable as R3B got louder and more assholish as he was ignored.

So I stopped ignoring him. I caught the attention of a worker bee behind the counter and asked her to go get a manager. When the manager showed up, I loudly piped up with, "Show of hands - everyone who thinks the hate-filled bigot should be refused service and escorted out?"

The entire line - about 30 people by this time - raised hands, clapped, and cheered.

R3B was unamused and called me a loudmouthed little bitch, suggested I shut the fuck up and mind my own business. The manager then firmly but politely told him to get the hell out. There was more clapping and cheering, which more or less drowned out whatever R3B was shouting. He left, flipping us all off and calling us names and, woe, saying he'd never eat at that store again. I'm sure they'll miss his $10.

The fact that Glen Beck and his intolerant ilk have not received the mother of all deific smitings is making me seriously consider atheism. If there were any sort of god paying even a little attention, that man's tongue should wither, turn black, and fall out of his mouth. Preferably live on the air. His little public masturbatory session has sent all sorts of little bubbles of hate floating to the surface. That shit does not belong in my state. That shit does not belong in this country.

R3B's unwilling conversation partner bought me a cookie. Zod is pleased.

I'm still just baffled. How dumb do ya gotta be to not know that a dude wearing a cross is, by evidence, not Muslim? Duh.

I leave you with this, because these lyrics are becoming more and more fucking appropriate:

PWEI - Ich Bin Ein Auslander
Listen to the victim, abused by the system
The basis is racist, you know that we must face this
"It can't happen here". Oh yeah?
"Take a look around at the cities and the towns."

See them hunting, creeping, sneaking
Breeding fear and loathing with the lies they're speaking
The knife, the gun, broken bottle, petrol bomb
There is no future when the past soon come

And when they come to ethnically cleanse me
Will you speak out? Will you defend me?
Or laugh through a glass eye as they rape our lives
Trampled underfoot by the right on the rise

Ich Bin Ein Auslander

Welcome to a state where the politics of hate
Shout loud in the crowd "Watch them beat us all down."
There's a rising tide on the rivers of blood
But if the answer isn't violence, neither is your silence

If they come to ethnically cleanse me
Will you speak out? Will you defend me?
Freedom of expression doesn't make it alright
Trampled underfoot by the rise of the right.

Boobs.

Jul. 24th, 2009 10:20 am
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In a NY IKEA, a breastfeeding mom who had everything covered was told she needed to use the bathroom for "that", and security escorted her there. It was in use. When she decided not to wait, security held her up at the door and checked her receipt.

Breastfeeding squicks me out. I don't care how "natural" it is or how good it is for the baby, the only time I ever want to see one mammal sucking on another is when there are fangs and an artery involved and even then, that shit should be covered with a blanket for decency.

That being said - it's the United States. I have the right to like or dislike what I choose and I have every right to walk away from a breastfeeding mother as though she's got a creeping and contagious set of cooties. That is my personal choice, based on my personal opinion.

The breastfeeding mother, on the other hand, is covered by law in 24 states - NY being one of them and MN being another - to breastfeed her baby in any public space or building whenever she damn well wants to, and she has the right to not half-smother her bite-sized larvae with a blanket if she chooses not to. I am utterly creeped out by the act, but I would be the first in line to organize the flash mob of boob-feeding women and their babies for a nurse-in at that store if I lived in that state. Hell, I live here and I'm half tempted to make a few calls, because I Know Some People in that state.

Breastfeeding, in 24 states, is a legally protected civil right. The term for denying someone a civil right is called discrimination. Discrimination should be fought by every right-thinking person any time they encounter it. The Civil Rights Act of 1875 provides: ""...all persons within the jurisdiction of the United States shall be entitled to the full and equal enjoyment of the accommodations, advantages, facilities, and privileges of inns, public conveyances on land or water, theaters, and other places of public amusement; subject only to the conditions and limitations established by law..." and the fact that we even need a law to protect a woman's right to feed her baby in public disgusts me far more than the act itself does.

For those who live in MN, here are the applicable statutes:

Minn. Stat. Ann. § 145.894 directs the state commissioner of health to develop and implement a public education program promoting the provisions of the Maternal and Child Nutrition Act. The education programs must include a campaign to promote breastfeeding.
Minn. Stat. § 145.905 provides that a mother may breastfeed in any location, public or private, where the mother and child are authorized to be, irrespective of whether the nipple of the mother's breast is uncovered during or incidental to the breastfeeding.
Minn. Stat. § 181.939 (1998) requires employers to provide daily unpaid break time for a mother to express breast milk for her infant child. Employers are also required to make a reasonable effort to provide a private location, other than a toilet stall, in close proximity to the workplace for this activity. (SB 2751)
Minn. Stat. Ann. § 617.23 specifies that breastfeeding does not constitute indecent exposure.

For those who live in other states, a good resource of statutes can be found here

If I spawn, I will probably breastfeed. I will probably be utterly squicked out the entire time and anyone smugly telling me otherwise or how much pregnancy changes how you think about things has clearly never met. There aren't enough pregnancy or mommyhood hormones IN THE WORLD to change how I feel about certain aspects of procreation. There are probably enough to keep me from sanitizing the child in the dishwasher, hosing it down with Lysol, or blasting it clean with a garden hose, as well as enough to keep it fed and relatively pain-free, but that doesn't mean I won't be documenting just how gross and disgusting the entire process of larval development is.

And I'll probably be doing it right here in this blog. Aren't you lucky.
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1) Did I punch you in the face right after telling you "I hate you"?
2) Did I go out of my way to destroy your property or livelihood?
3) Do you molest children?
4) Do you perform vivisection on live animals or people?
5) Have you, with malicious intent, made any of my friends (and by friends, I mean the people I hang out with IRL) cry?
6) Were you the person responsible for my mother's brain melting out her ears?
7) Have you utterly abused my hospitality by stealing things from my home?
8) Were you ever Adolf Hitler?
9) Do you believe that civil rights are reserved for only select classes of people?
10) Have you ever beaten someone up or in other ways harmed them solely because they were a different color/sex/sexual orientation/creed/tribe/yadda than your own?
11) Do you raise cockroaches as pets?
12) Were you directly involved with the bombings of Japan during WWII?
13) Do you truly and honestly believe guns kill people?
14) Do you drive a "new" Hummer?
15) Do you trophy-hunt endangered species?

If the answer to any of the above is "YES", then you can be secure in the knowledge that I do, indeed, hate you.

If the answer to all of the above is "NO", then you're being a neurotic fuck an should get over it before you piss me off to the point that I don't want to associate with your insecure self anymore. That doesn't mean I hate you. It means I'm sick of this shit and expect people I associate with to fucking well know better.

Fuck this shit. I am not subtle about how I feel about people. If I don't like someone, that someone will have absolutely no doubt in their mind that I don't like them, because I'm usually so upfront about the fact that I don't like them that I send them home crying for mommy.

Jesus H. Capt'n Crunch Christ..

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